Page 34 of Remembering You
I moaned as he directed the head of his erection between my wet lips, nudging at my opening. He thrusted his hips, pushing past my folds and I gasped as he dipped inside of me. Sharp pain immediately dulled into warmth as he stilled, waiting for me to adjust to his size.
He brushed my fallen hair back from my face, dropping a kiss to my lips. “Deep breaths.”
I did as he said and found myself ready after only a few of those deep breaths, wriggling against his bare length surrounded by my wet heat. He leaned down, tonguing my breasts and nipples as I spread my legs wider, gripping his tight ass and pulling him deeper inside of me. He slid all the way in, all the way to the root and for another moment, he waited until I urged him on once more.
Slowly, he rocked his hips, gliding in and out, kissing my breasts, my neck, my ear, and finally my lips. He was a walking contradiction. All gruff, hard muscle on the outside, but delicate and sweet on the inside.
He glided in and out, gaining speed and intensity with each thrust and I could feel every thick inch of him inside of me.
In that moment as I lost my virginity, I didn’t just feel heated and turned on… I felt safe. I felt cared for, both physically and emotionally.
He reached between us, circling his fingers over my clit and my hips bucked with his touch. Pricks of white hot light flooded my vision and my body exploded around him, convulsing in pleasure.
After a few moments of riding the waves, my body shuddered in a final jolt as they dissipated. His rippling muscles tightened beneath the grip of my hands and he moved to pull out, but I grasped him harder, holding him tight to my body. “No,” I whispered. “Please.” I didn’t want it to end. It couldn’t be over just yet.
“I can’t hold out much longer.”
Everything was fuzzy. Like we were engulfed in a warm, hazy cloud together and for a moment, I wondered if this was what Heaven would feel like. “Then don’t,” I whispered and thrust my hips against his erection.
Jim groaned, sliding deeper inside me and I kissed his lips, swallowing his sounds of pleasure as his body shuddered, releasing, spilling every drop into my pulsing sex.
We laid like that for a while. Naked. Satiated. I was sore and achy, but in the best possible way. After several minutes, he slid off of me, discarding the condom and tying it off. Then, rolling onto his side, he ran his fingers up and down my arms. “Marty, you are amazing,” he said, leaning down to kiss me.
I sighed against his lips and when we parted, he stared deep into my eyes. “Are you feeling okay? Can I get you anything?”
I smiled and shook my head. “I feel amazing. All I need is you here… staying the night.”
He tugged my body closer, tucking me in the space between his arm and chest. “You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he whispered, brushing his palm down the bare skin of my torso. I sighed a wiggled, arching into his soft touch.
I didn’t feel self-conscious about my nudity anymore. I didn’t feel self-conscious aboutanythingwith him anymore.
I just felt… home.
